by Jason Grant The entire king-sized bed is mine now, but I can’t seem to move from the left side to the right because on the nights you were here—laying there—if I dared move from my side to yours in the middle of the night it was like I-was-crossing-some-boundary you-needed…
by Eileen Hennessy As to the question of when things took a turn: Maybe that summer when I was edgy, the luminous nights went cobalt blue, the caterpillars stripped the trees of every leaf, leaving me to count the branch-shadows trembling in the crabgrass yard. Since then, closer every day,…